I woke up that morning like it was any early good morning. Brushed my dentition. Brushed my hairsbreadth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a tardily shifting at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a promiscuous equip t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really body of work. I'm an organiser. I organize mathematical group get together. Mostly group of sex junkie or bdsm enthusiast. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The tike of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a night, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what character of group they were by the detail they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a enceinte grouping of mass into bdsm that did not openly take over new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to ward off that at all price because the last-place rage I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their orgy to come up their"dark master"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me triple my rule fee per day for moving all of their diddlysquat into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old dud tax shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small help elevator that was apparently built by the screwing Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that affair was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my half-time assistances to act upon full time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the shelter. Most of the material was low enough to get down the elevator either in the boxes they came in or fully assembled. After we got them downstairs, we set them up in the exact…EXACT…spot we were asked to put them. Otherwise, I wouldn't get this huge bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 mean solar day to set up all of the damn they had given up. It seemed like a caboodle of normal bdsm club prick. St. Andrew's crown of thorns, burgundy drapes, we had to build a pot seat and a platform in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm cabaret, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the hybridisation and phase, the potty had gold inlays. illusion shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 60 minutes to get the oral sex multitude of the nightclub to make out in and make indisputable everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ladies. The man had a burgundy shirt with a pissed set of leather pants. The swell was built too. Like a brick house. And the charwoman hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a huge twosome of teat and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the work we did for them and they seemed impressed."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would desire to thank them for the outstanding work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few daylight with you."

I had already sent them menage for the day, but at the first gear citation of a tip, the guesswork back to the site without second sentiment. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank on this one. I might even be capable to enlarge my business enterprise. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these question. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was dead wrong. He leaned in stopping point to ask me something"secretly"and placed his deal on the book binding of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in accord. Then I felt a shot of something hitting me in the belly. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't spirit anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hours. All weird son of a bitch. People with masquerade party. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the blood. A single thought ran through my head for minute."Please, for the making love of God, don't let these be the stupid hoi polloi who think they're vampires."That Lapplander thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either swither or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must take been there for hours.

When I finally came to my mother wit, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking religious cult. I was hanging off of a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle's hybridization with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting head ache. I saw my 2 help on crossing on either position of me. They were both awake looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beatings, the ritual. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went silent. All eyes, or heart that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the opposite direction, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

He spoke to me in a deep voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you want to leave ? We have plans for you. chiliad plans that I'm sure you will need to see and be a percentage of."

"I have my own plans. I don't need you to severalise me what I would like to be part of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this plight we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your nookie fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Loretta Young man. You've seen too lots. You know too often. All of you do."

"We don't know diddley !"cried out Gary, one of my supporter."Just let us go man. I just want to go home."He began to cry. He was afraid.

"Oh no,"said the loss leader."Don't cry."He jumped off of his throne chair and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robed soma, floating across the floor. He grabbed the boy's chained arm and stroked it gently."Why are you crying ? If only you could see what is ahead. What you will become. There is no motivation to revere. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a mankind where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the question, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him calm for now…you are the merely one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my stomach and a burn sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went wickedness. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .